I would not have you speak through messengers
And therefore I have come myself to hear you-
A rust consumes the buds and fruits of the earth;
The herds are sick;children die unborn;
and labor is in vain
the god commands us to expel from the land of Theves
an old defilement we are sheltering
Until now I was a stranger to this tale
AS I had been a stranger to the crime
thus I associate myself with the oracle and take the side of the murdered king
...No man in the world
Can make the gods do more than the gods will
How dreadful knowledge of truth can be
When there's no help in truth! I knew this well,
But made myself forget. I should not have come
I say you live in hideous shame with those
Most dear to yo. YOu can not see the evil.
He has brought this decrepit fortune-teller, this
Collector of dirty pennies, this prophet fraud-
I am told that heavy accusations
Have been brought against me...
...I am the kind of man
Who holds his tongue when he has no facts to go on.
I am welcome everywhere; every man salutes me,
And those who want your favor seek my ear...
Poor foolish men, what wicked din is this?
With Thebes sick to death, is it not shameful
That you should rake some private quarrel up?
Have no dread of them [prophets].
It is God himself
Who can show us what he wills, in his own way
He came to me, touched my hand with his, and begged
That I would send him away to the frontier district
Where only the shepards go.
The groom leading the horses
Forced me off the road at his Lord's command...
But come; let someone go
For the shepard at once. This matter must be settled.
If I am not telling the truth may I die myself
For God's love, let us have no more questioning!
Is your life nothing to you!
MY own is pain enough for me to beat.
You will die now unless you speak the truth
It was true!
All the prophecies!
Surely, friend, we have grief enough already;
What new sorrow do you mean?
He is calling for somemone to lead him to the gates
So that all the children of Kadmos may look upon
His father's murderer, his mother's--no,
I cannot not say it!
Apollo. Apollo. Dear
Children, the god was Apollo.
He brought my sick, sick fate upon me.
Oh never to have come here
With my father's blood upon me.
I have not come to mock you,...,
Or to reproach you, either.
The woman in there--
Give her whatever funeral you think proper;
She is your sister.
I could say much, if you could only understand me,
but as it is, I have only this prayer for you;
Live where you can, be as happy as you can--
Happier, please God than God has made your
Think no longer
That you are in command here, but rather think
How, when you were, you served your own
No mortal eyes but looked on him with envy,
Yet in the end ruin swept over him.